Bowling Lies

May 21, 2014

I’ve lied to myself.

Twisted words and flipped meanings inside out

Stared at NO long enough until

I squeezed the yes out of it

Like the end of drink

In the sticky heat of the summer

I just kept slurping and slurping the truth

Until I found a lie good enough

To make me forget

Right versus wrong

I’ve gotten really good at it.

You know it’s a shame when you can hide things from yourself

And still have the nerve to get mad

When the truth comes out.

So I write to remind myself

How I really feel

When life gets too hard to grin and bear

And I just wanna lie to myself

Because I’m fine rolls out mouths like

Bowling balls down the shiny wooded lane

Until I get hit in the pin of my

Stomach

And reality strikes away the fairytale

I’d rather live in.

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